How is God interacting with the place you are at present?

There is, as the poet claim a certain sadness in water coming across peddles and shingles as tide changes. Coming in then going hypnotic like outwards. It's sound very familiar  with ...it's beautiful. Really that simple. Everyday creative sound.       Then captured with moon shining brilliant across the harbour. Sometimes late at night just had walk to cliff face to witness 

But now I only hear

Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,

Retreating, to the breath

Of the night-wind, 

There's been some thought in above poet ramble from mid 18th century. This talks about hints at the Sea of faith and time when we are retreating. There is a sadness in the sound of melancholy, wishing it was different. Tide not coming on . revival not taking place. Congregation ate struggling.

So need to ask face, wrestle with, workout, tough deep questions.

Here is one such question.

It's beautiful ...leave you to ponder anew at this question.

How is God interacting with the place you are at present?